#ftgrayask

[aisumadoushi]

Sting seems stressed I hope he will be okay

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” a humorless response was immediately given. Indignation brimming distinctly from the mere mention of the blond and the consternation for his overall well being. “Despite a lot of things, he’ll be able to manage things just fine. I mean, I guess they must have had some reason for choosing him, right?”

[aisumadoushi]

[/don't mind Cana, she'll just observe whatever fight just so happens to occur, interjecting an occasional "Gray, your clothes" before going back to sipping her booze.]

Forgiveness far beyond the realms of consideration, downright vexation plagued severely; must to the habitual expectancy of those lounging within Magnolia’s notorious prominence. Fairy Tail’s infamous headquarters and base operations, a towering structure known far and wide throughout the vast Fiore, as a guildhall bearing mage’s with absolute prowess and capabilities beyond range of commoners practicing in the wondrous art of magic. Nonetheless, notwithstanding their unquestionable reputation for mighty skills, their roundabout altercations and boisterous presence are consistently associated with those bearing the insignia. Furthermore, as one would likely anticipate before walking through those substantial doors, granting one entry, numerous clashes were transpiring and escalating rather hastily. Countless conversations prolonged; some of apparent nonchalance interspersing into the ambiance, whilst others permeated utter exasperation. One renowned stripper, eventually found himself enthralled by the accustomed idiocy of his flaming adversary; Natsu Dragneel, an individual who’s trademark grin and overbearing demeanor is effortlessly capable of driving Gray absolutely bonkers.

     Merely due to Natsu’s thermal radiance, subtly emitting without a second thought, an impromptu result lead to Gray’s frosty cubes of ice within his glass, coming to an immediate melt. Thus, the current commotion drawing the attention of the vast majority of those present; others engaged in their own disputes, and some disregarded the entire ruckus to go about their own priorities. Upon a scorching fist roughly colliding against his visage, indignation quickly reached it’s extensive pique, and then dazzled forth in his discomposure. Eyebrows twitched rapidly and a frightening scowl adorned, as accustomed garments were deliberately discarded from his being. Furthermore, physique unveiled, only drew upon the attention of others to commotion. Overcoat tossed overhead, threadbare undershirt discarded whimsically, downy trousers hastily dashed elsewhere, and then unostentatious underwear flung randomly into the midst of the crowd, only to become eagerly encompassed by a somewhat spirited female, with lengthy blue locks. Instinctively, tuning into his surroundings to heighten his senses, Cana’s vocalization was perceived, however oculars remained in a deadly lock with those disturbingly prepossessing ones belonging to his adversary.

                                                             “They’d only hold me back!”

     Strapping forearms were shamelessly flexed in a rather unsubtle manner. Provoking perhaps? A cocksure composure presented itself, as sheer determination prompted his rapid movement forth, in the others distinct direction.”Frigging bastard!” He exclaimed thoughtlessly as impulsive gesticulations cleared the spacious flooring, widening the footage between the duo, before it came hastily decreased by both opponents rapidly drawing nearer towards one another. Without a second thoughts, both elemental wielders kept arms tucked to their sides; maintaining a wondrously resilient posture as they frantically approached one another. Refraining from launching blows derived from magical prowess, encompassed projectiles, or even punches or kicks, the two internally recognized their designated decision of combat for the time being. Thus, a frigid head came in direct contact with a thermal one; both hard noggins clashing fiercely, only to have both thrust backwards and descended the cold floor beneath moments afterwards.

[aisumadoushi]

And now, her embarrassment could only increase to new and undesired heights. "Involved?! N-not at all! He's just rather possessive and, well, he can get rather agitated," A moment's consideration, perhaps to cover her metaphorical footprints. "--Not that I doubt your magical capabilities! Not at all!"

Incoherent babbling plucked cords of bewilderment as that obviously flustered exclamation was presented in response. Her altering in demeanor wasn’t astoundingly distinguishable, but enough to be perceived. Composure presumably detached from both wizards for the time being; a cautious and alert mindset remained. Her rushed utterance evoked confusion, however her ending words prompted spiraling rage to unravel with apparent haste. As if embarrassing him wasn’t enough unexplained punishment, her cruelty only furthered into unexplored territory. Demeaning to incomprehensible extents, Gray struggled desperately to wrap his head around her statement; had she truly been implicating that the infamous blond, maintaining a rather prominent status over at Sabertooth, is more capable than him? The very same Dragon Slayer, who had the help of another, and yet still came out defeated against Gray’s renowned rival? Ludicrous. Utterly absurd.

     Stifling his gradually expanding aggravation wasn’t even brought into consideration. The furious blush induced from her impromptu smooch had deepened once more; reddening to unwonted measures as a horribly broad scowl was dauntlessly displayed, as though voicelessly provoking the celestial maiden to spout more. Lips ceased their shameful quivering, however fingertips kept curled upward into tremendous fists of frigid fury. “I’m not scared of that bastard!” Gray wholeheartedly stated, brimming with sheer confidence from his declaration. The adrenaline produced from their brief clash of lips continued to course throughout his frosty form; excitement and anxiousness desperately seeking means of escape, likely through the accustomed means of frivolous altercations. Albeit, a particular silhouette bearing internal imagery was now his designated target of pursuit. For Yukino’s words only served as further purpose, for the ice mage who finally prove himself.

     "I still don't know what the heck's going on around here, but it sounds like that cocky bastard thinks he can take me on, that it?" He courageously questioned, entirely discarding the overwhelming rushes of perturbation which had been brutally bearing down upon him mere moments ago. The embellishment of crimson had been thoughtlessly fended off; rested away until further notice, allowing the accustomed ivory to make it's appearance known once more, in addition to the displeased visage upon the females viewing. Physique partially revealed, Gray stood nonchalantly disregarding his unbuttoned shirt, as whimsical breezes coursed by with ominous howls, producing minor rejuvenation. Allowing the petite chills to spur him on, fists leisurely transpired elsewhere, allowing fingertips to descend. Afterwards, a scowl would become a smirk and gumption would become obtained.

[aisumadoushi]

{here you go Mr dickless someone still appreciates you} Scanning her surroundings to ensure the absence of a particular water mage, who may or may not find her actions to be less that pleasing, the celestial magician made her reluctant approach. A hand came to tenderly cup his pale cheek, her own painted dark crimson at the thought of what was to come. Hastily, lips were pressed together in a chaste kiss, before her immediate withdrawal. "...Just don't tell Sting of this."

Contour contrast came into viewing. Divergence was immediately perceived, once he noticed her unwonted form and accompanying posture of seemingly hesitant approach. Deeming his acquaintance to be one without unnecessary hostility, he refrained from inducing caution as of yet, preventing any thoughtless movements from abruptly changing her apparent course of trajectory. Oculars would narrow and fixate upon that striking silhouette, briefly glimpsing over apparel wondrously befitting to her infamous prowess. Internal inquiries barraged forth as a frantic demeanor was forcefully withdrawn, ensuring that a calm and collected composure was kept upfront outwardly. Leisurely discarding the possibility of her drawing nearer to displeasing reasons, he became rather intrigued by the passiveness surrounding her, and allowed eyes to narrow further in examination of astoundingly distinguishable reddening of embarrassment evoked decorating.

     Suspicions were suddenly presented themselves, concluding her comprehension being in regards to his habitual lack of conventional attire. Thus, oculars hastily descended, only to confirm that all the garments he’d embraced the day with were still present upon his being. Once eyes would raise and lips would part to inquire about her unforeseen visit, an astonishingly delicate cupping met the cheek of his pale complexion. Instantaneously, he internally noted her warmth; for every individual who comes in contact with him, possesses a significantly different warmth, against the perplexing wintry flesh of his. Bright pink blossomed in an indistinct assortment of shades on his visage, further lessening the appearance of accustomed ivory as oculars became locked with one another’s. Without warning, the noticeable height difference between the duo was conquered; as lips belonging to Yukino, were gently pressed in collision to those widely detached ones, which were slightly quivering, belonging to Gray.

     An impromptu departure followed her bewildering choice of actions. The kiss suddenly broken, the ice mage's blush intensified in a highly apparent manner, as the quivering of his lips seemed to rapidly accelerate. Deliberately grasping gumption, fists would clench in indignation once she finally uttered those unexpected choice words. "W-W-What the heck was that all about?!" He exclaimed in an outraged inquiry, as the furious adornment of blushing only deepened, reddening his complexion further and further each passing moment. Disturbing imagery briefly plagued him before instinctive steps backward were taken, causing horrible thoughts to surface. "A-Are you involved w-with that, blond bastard or something...?" A reluctant utterance was spoken; vehement reluctance and apprehension manifested as he struggled to avert his his elsewhere, but was unable to do so, until further explanation was given.

[aisumadoushi]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) because why the fuck not

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Despair viciously met despondency in a gallimaufry. Utter incredulity bedeviled him as he would strive to comprehend to detestable endeavor now securing it’s burden upon him. Perturbation evoked an unsubtle descend of oculars in synchronization with the entirety of his head; thus gaze befalling surface beneath. Engaging in the foreboding act of presumed lip-locking with none other the culprit who’d opposed in offence a short duration ago, is undesirable to vast measures. Notwithstanding his freedom to select a designated location, Gray felt imprisoned within a dire predicament; no escape nor loophole available to aid and abet his escape.

                                                                  How unfortunate.

     Regardless, after recollection of their prior altercation, ending with an impromptu kiss and haste disappearance, he was somehow lead to justify this situation. Albeit, unbeknownst as to how their previous affectionate clash came to existence. Leisurely, lips would separate and grant a substantial sigh availability to blatantly tarnish to distinguishable silence. A melancholy ambiance produced deeper tension into the atmospheric current bearing the duos presence, as voiceless contemplation began over his selected area of lip pursuit.

     Eventually, a decision was grasped. Gumption lacking, Gray forcefully manifested courage which effortlessly accompanied senses of indistinct ingenuity. Reluctantly lifting his head, the ice-mage began observing the petite though considerably appealing form belonging to the unnamed female before him. Ah, correct, the two have interacted numerous times, however, have yet to be formally introduced; deeming the female to be an acquaintance is far too intimate. Ludicrous, but true. Even so, titling her to be a stranger didn’t seem befitting; precisely, what is their relationship?

     Oculars locked with those seemingly deep ones upon the girls visage. Briefly enthralled, whimsical embellishment of colors bearing distinct resemblance to that of a freshly blossomed rose, had arose upon his previously ivory cheeks. A pale complexion was gradually deepening in radiance as subconscious gulping began, due to the almost overwhelming apprehension crashing down in tremendous magnitudes. Nonetheless, society’s supposed view of manliness brimming against the stakes of embarrassment, frigid fists would clench, and adrenaline would swiftly course through.

     Demeaning to an extreme, Gray endured the following with a broad scowl dauntlessly adorning his visage. Eyes narrowed as he dashed his stiffness from his being, and then hesitantly descended to the ground below. Within moments, he’d become knelt down before the girl, who was now towering overhead of him; what an unforeseen twist. Another sigh, this one significantly more petite and discreet had taken it’s departure, as the rosy coloring began to intersperse further into his accustomed complexion. Carefully, an unclothed arm was raised to a certain degree, before a wintry hand would encompass the smaller one belonging to the requester. Instantaneously upon contact, that wintry rush was noted; yes, she supposedly bears prowess similar to his own.

     Without further ado, Gray's lips would whimsically pucker forth in a foreign manner, before gently landing upon hand which had been drawing nearer. Furthermore, a somewhat concealed smirk eased into his appearance as the coldness produced odd rejuvenation. Consternation dismissed, his crestfallen posture was no more, as wondrously exhilarating sensations sped throughout his being. Thoughtlessly, lips would detach from the velvety hand he had encompassed, before his smile would broaden immensely, and he'd once more lock eyes with the other.

                                       "Seriously, your name, what the hell is it already?"

[aisumadoushi]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

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Instantaneously upon this outlandish predicament presenting itself, idiosyncratic imagery presented itself upon the apparent surface of his internal viewing. Imagery of a particular companion, becoming notified of this unwonted development, and seeking an opening to assert her consistently forthcoming desires. Much to his expectancy, the woman wielding almighty elemental prowess of exceptional manipulation over the vast seas, emerged into the atmospheric setting before his very eyes. Truly a remarkable woman to behold; albeit perplexing and in this very instant, one prompting unquestionable consternation.

     Accustomed affection plagued him without warning, as pastel fingertips could be distinguished upon the front of his overcoat, as slender arms beckoned forth in undesirable nonchalance, underneath his own astoundingly stiff arms. Tension and anticipation amalgamated into the ambiance, however it appeared unbeknownst, or more accurately overlooked by the beloved encompassing his form ever so closely. Gradually, recognition of his introverted barrier was weakening from the unforeseen yet repeated displays of compassion and kindness. Throughout the duration of their comradeship, such generosity became habitual; perhaps, taken for granted as well?

     Reluctantly beginning to pour forth genuine contemplation, Gray thoroughly examined the available options for a kiss to befall Juvia. Each and very possibility seemed embarrassing and somewhat demeaning beyond typical comprehension. Notwithstanding him acknowledging that, and the foreboding aftermath to occur from the inevitable ahead, morals of manhood and what comes with bearing the insignia to deem him of meeting the qualifications for a full-fledged mage, are effortlessly evoking the need to follow through. Planting lips upon a designated spot; how nervous does he really need to be?

     Ultimately, Gray would firmly encompass both of Juvia’s surprisingly fleecy hands within his own seemingly larger ones. Leisurely, he’d maneuver himself out from her grip and place a petite distance between himself and her. An apprehensive stance was maintained as narrowed oculars would hesitantly glimpse his companion over. Discreet twitching of one eye began as distinct tints of reddish coloring would transpire with an impromptu appearance. A broad scowl stretched across his face as his blush deepened immensely; a radiant crimson embellishing both cheeks as the accustomed ivory complexion surrounded.

     Gumption eventually obtained, Gray would inch himself closer without hesitation. Remaining voiceless, lips would quiver uncontrollably as a strapping arm slid around her waist, casually pulling her closer towards him and momentarily clashing alignments against one another. Crimson intensifying, nostrils flared as rushed breathing began before he'd forcefully stifle his nervousness, and then place one hand atop her head. From there, it'd swiftly glide down blue locks, gently cup her cheek, and then arrive underneath her chin. Raising it ever so slightly to demolish the significant height difference, Gray closed his eyes in synchronization to a substantial gulp descending, before wintry lips delicately landed upon her cheek.

[aisumadoushi]

"Oi! Where have you been Gray?! Everyone was worried."

Astounding rays of incandescence were beaming down from overhead. That tremendous star, renowned for it’s habitual radiance was inducing exuberance into countless. Magnolia’s streets were hustling and bustling; civilians from adolescence to elders, were scampering about as though without a care in the world. Sunshine, truly a remarkable thing, perhaps taken for granted in this day and age by most. However, for a particular Ice-Mage, it’s luminous effect wasn’t overlooked nor disregarded. Notwithstanding his unsightly appearance, rushes of adrenaline amalgamated with exhilaration were swiftly coursing throughout his being. Brilliance allowed oculars of those passing by to widen in absolute astonishment and consternation, for as Gray valiantly walked forth, unconcealed lacerations, in addition to grotesque discolorations were apparent upon his partially unclothed form.

     A mission accompanying a remarkably beneficial wherewithal; one rarely available aside from those deemed suitable for the title of S class. Of course, when the reward is seemingly generous, foreboding danger is unquestionable. As expected, without a single comrade present, the client had deliberately refrained from revealing just how despicably treacherous of a task it'd be to endure, and ultimately, accomplish. Nonetheless, overcoming the odds in adversity, Gray persevered and dauntlessly fought until the he was fully uphold his honor as a Fairy Tail wizard. Thus, the numerous injuries upon his being; severe scrapes, tender scratches, a few indistinct bruises, and dried blood had encrusted around a rather repellent wound, nearest his lower back. Even so, the pain was expected, and accustomed. Merely...

                     Another day.

                               Another mission.

                                         Another triumph.

     Instantaneously upon entering the towering structure, infamous for what lays beyond the walls, distinguishable gasps were perceived. It hadn't become silent, since majority continued on with their altercations and discussions, however he internally acknowledged those who were leering at him; eyes of admiration, trepidation, and hopefully, pride. Once the Dragon Slayer approached, a broad grin eased into his visage. Tiers stretched and he thoughtlessly disregarded the pain, as simply being within his guildhall would suffice as healing until further notice. "My bad. Things ended taking longer than expected."

[aisumadoushi]

Spotting the half-naked one at the distance, decided to stop him by freezing his feet to get the chance to fulfill the mision. The wintry girl didn't gave him an opportunity to set free once grabbed his arm and made him bent to place a soft shameless kiss on the cheek. When everything got done, she quickly left somehow embarrassed by the task, completely forgetting to unfreeze him. (??)

Abruptly halting, Gray's unhurried posture became engulfed by utter tension and caution. His keen sense of perception and observation appeared to have shamefully failed him; the foreboding imprisoning wasn't bearing recognition in advance, it had completely caught him off guard. Hastily shooting an aggravated look downward, he quickly grasped the comprehension of his situation, seeing that ice had been encrusted around his feet. His own element, opposing him? Surely, another wielder hosting remarkable prowess is present. But what motivation could one have for an approach such as this?

     No delay. Instantly upon the identity of the culprit being revealed to the seemingly towering Ice-Mage, his strapping arm had been encompassed with a familiar frigid grip. Immediately afterwards, wintry lips whimsically induced astounding rushes on countless sensations, from merely planting a gentle kiss upon his cheek. A distinguishable blush hastily arose, adorning his visage with unsubtle colouring of pinkish hues. Once the contact between the two was broken, the female had scurried off, and abandoned a dumbfounded Gray; utterly discomposed, clueless, and possibly, excited?

                                                                    "What the---?"

     Nonetheless, as eyes descended to the remaining ice, apprehension rushed in and evoked massive indignation. Disregarding the original fueling source of unforeseen adrenaline, vast bewilderment amalgamated with rage provoked impromptu flailing of arms, in addition to him angrily attempting to maneuver his legs out from the chilling capture below.